Stop it. It's never gonna work out. You should know that by now. You don't really love her, remember? But then why did your heart cry so loud when she left?
Because my heart knows it's never open again.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Prologue.
"I think I might be a little gay."
Hiccup Haddock choked on his Starbucks. Clenching his hand into a fist and gently hitting his chest as he coughed. His other hand gripped his coffee as his eyes looked at his random snowy haired best friend confused.
"What are you saying?" he raised a brow at the man blowing air into his straw.
"Well, you are hot. And it's high time I confess my undying love for you." The man gave a sly grin and mischief in his eyes.
"Jack, I swear I'm gonna kill you." Hiccup slapped the table top with his free hand as he glared at him.
Jack's eyes rolled to the side motioning Hiccup to follow his line of sight. There on his right a slightly attractive brunette drinking through a straw. Hiccup turned to Jack again giving him a puzzled look.
"Look closer." Jack whispered.
Hiccup turned his head slightly to the right to get a clear sight of the girl. "So?"
"Look at her. Her elbows are on the table, on hand holding her drink, the other holding her iPhone."
Hiccup couldn't understand where Jack was going with this. So what if the girl was drinking with her elbows on the table. Doesn't everybody do that?
Jack sighed. "The back of the phone is turned to our direction. Her thumb is on the volume button. She's been secretly taking pictures of us."
"She's just taking a selfie, Jack. Don't get too confident now." Hiccup propped an elbow on the table as he leaned forward. "You're always doing- hey what do you think you're doing?"
Jack couldn't take it anymore. There's only three things that piss him off more than anything it's Liars, Manipulators and People who take his pictures without his consent. Seeing as the chair in front of the girl is empty, Jack decided to slide in.
"Hey…" He greeted giving the girl one of his winning smiles. The girl looked up and blushed. Her phone now in her hands as she fidgeted with it. Her eyes looked around nervously as lowered her head, avoiding direct eye contact with the handsome stranger.
"Hi…" she replied shyly.
"I couldn't help but notice that you were taking pictures of me and my friend over there." Jack felt the girl tense up. "Is there something the matter that you needed to take a photo? Was there a crime happening just outside the window? Maybe you wanted to capture say the face of the criminal maybe?"
The girl blushed harder as she gripped her phone tightly. "No..." she replied as she lowered her head even more.
Hiccup gripped on the edge of the table waiting for a chance to interrupt. Taking unauthorized pictures was one thing, Jack's doing is another. Hiccup was on the edge of his seat when he saw Jack ask the girl for her phone and tapped on the screen a few times. His eyebrows were scrunched together but relaxed after a few taps. He then handed the phone back to the slightly trembling girl. She looked like she was a witness of a crime or something. Hiccup saw Jack mouth a thank you to the girl and then left the shop. Hiccup grabbed his duffel bag, his eyes landed on the girl who gave a disappointed sigh as she tapped on her phone and started talking to someone. Hiccup shook his head then left as well.
Outside the shop he saw Jack leaning against a post and walked towards him.
"Took you long enough." Jack grinned.
"What was that about?"
"I was right."
"What?"
"She was taking pictures of us."
"So?" Hiccup raised a brow.
"You know how much I hate it. Remember?"
Hiccup sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Whatever dude. I need to get going, I'm late for practice."
Jack nodded. "See you around, buddy."
Hiccup replied with a nod and ran as he waved goodbye.
Jack fixed his blue scarf then inserted his hands in his jacket pockets. It was the middle of December and being in Burgess in December meant a chance to win yourself a frost bite. Everything was covered in snow, the windows of the buildings, the lamps, the benches, the bushes even his hair was snow white. Jack ruffled his messy hair and let the snow fall off. Even without the snow, his hair was white as winter itself. Taking out his phone from his pocket, he scrolled through a list of songs then plugged in his ear phones. Jack gave quick glances up every now and then to avoid collision with passer bys. Finding a song he liked he pressed play then returned his phone to his pocket.
I'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a Lego house.
Jack didn't know when and why his feet lead him to the park but it did, and since he was already there better to enjoy it, right? The park was as white as the streets he walked on a few minutes ago. During spring it be filled be greens, red, blues, yellows and every other color. He could see a few families building snowmen, children playing with snowballs, men with lawn mowers. Wait, what?
Jack rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. There really were men playing with lawn mowers. Two questions came into his mind, why and how?
They weren't that hard to find since both men were exceptionally tall, the blond one a few inches taller than the brunet with a goatee. As the saying goes Curiosity killed the cat, he hoped that it won't kill these men. It was either really brave or just plain stupid. This would be amusing.
Jack found a nearby bench to sit on crossed his legs and leaned back. "Showtime."
He watched as the two grown men chased each other around laughing uncontrollably.
Click!
His head snapped to side, his eyes landing on a camera lens focusing. He twitched.
"Don't move." He heard the photographer say.
Jack nodded and remained still. Although he hated being photographed he found himself following orders.
"That's it."
That voice. It sounded vulnerable and at the same time strong. But the orders he received were in a soft voice. She sounds lovely.
Click!
"Thanks."
Jack nodded and glanced at the photographer. The moment she lowered the camera was the moment Jack saw the richest color of blue. Her thin lips formed into a smile and her eyes glistened in joy as they focused on the screen.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she said to him.
"You are…" he whispered to himself. Realizing what he just said, Jack shook his head stood up. He was a good 5 inches taller than her. The beanie on her head made it hard for Jack to tell her hair color but by the looks of the hair sticking out, he could say that she was a platinum blonde.
"You know, taking pictures of people without their consent is rude."
Realizing he was talking to her, the woman looked up and formed an 'o' with her mouth.
"I apologize." She looked at him then back on the screen. "There was this perfectly shaped snowflake on your hair and simply looked handsome with that expression" She smiled then showed the photo to the man.
"I'm afraid I can't let you keep that photo, Miss." He said to her with his arms crossed.
She gave him a confused look and asked. "Why not? It's beautiful."
Jack shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't let a stranger keep a photo of me."
The woman's mouth opened then closed again, her eyes wandering anywhere but his.
"I'm keeping it, Mister." She looked at him straight in the eye gave him a playful grin.
Jack gawked. "It's mine." He reached out to grab the camera but the woman stepped back, her hand, carrying the camera, stretched away from him.
Jack glared. His eyes focused on her face. She was gorgeous, no doubt with a light dust of freckles on her face. But no matter how gorgeous he thinks she is, he still wants that photo deleted.
"Delete it."
"I don't want to. Besides, I like it. It looks good. And you look great in this shot, Mister."
"It's Jack, not mister. Honestly, I think we're about the same age."
The woman grinned. "Thanks, Jack. I'm Elsa and now that we're no longer strangers, I get to keep the photo, right?"
She wants to play, alright then. "Alright then, Elsa. You're gonna have to pay me for that picture then."
Elsa nodded and reached out for her bag only to have her arm stopped by Jack.
"Not that kind of payment." She felt her spine tingle and her face flush as Jack leaned closer.
"What do you prefer then?" She looked at him alarmed as if she already had an idea on what he wanted.
He smirked. He leaned closer and whispered breathlessly to her ear. "I want your body."
The sound of his deep voice sent chills down her spine; she then realized that something was missing. Her camera! She looked around and found the item in the hands of the man in front of her. Horrified that he would delete the photo, she reached out to grab the camera, only to have it out of her reach. Damn tall men.
Jack clicked on a few buttons in the camera that was stretched away from the girl and found his photo. "Hasta la vista, photo."
"No!" Elsa shouted and jumped forward. The next thing she saw was white. She must have fallen forward, what she fell on must be hard cause it felt uncomfortable. The sore she felt was forgotten as soon as her eyes landed on her hand. She did it! She got her camera back. But, where was the man?
She felt what was beneath her shift. A warm breath on her chest, she then realized what position they were in. She hurriedly got up and wrapped her arms around her chest. Even though he was lying on the snow, Jack had a smug look on his face.
"You know what, Elsa? Thanks for the payment. They were rather squishy and comfortable." Jack's smug look never left as he got up. His eyes fixed on Elsa's chest.
Elsa felt her face beat red as her heart pounded in her chest. Jack felt her chest. His face felt her chest. This is was so embarrassing. She should sue him for sexual harassment, although she was the one who assaulted him.
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump! beat her heart.
"Let's do that again sometime." She heard him say as he walked away with his back turned to her as he waved goodbye. Elsa stared at his snow covered ass. Not Bad. She smiled then slapped herself. Did I just check his ass out? No Elsa! No! He's a pervert. And you have a picture of him to send to the police! She looked at her camera screen and sighed in relief, atleast the photo was still there, along with a photo of him grinning at the camera while she was reaching out to get it. He is so dead when she sees him again.
She's only started her vacation and the things she's seen and done already. Of all things to happen, she had a handsome stranger pressed against her chest. There goes her dignity. Anna and Punzie must never know of this. She shook her head and headed towards the two men with mowers.
So here it is guys. My very first Jelsa fanfic. Forgive me for I am a horrible writer with great ideas. XD